Just some one shot that I came up with.
I might add to it if I get some good reviews!!
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The boardwalk had already closed down for the night. It was about 4:30 am. I stayed in the shadow ally way between 'Max's Videos' and 'Big Macs Tattoos'. I lit a cigarette, I would just have to wait. Hopeful they would find me soon. I already felt four others of my kind close, and maybe if I was right on of them would be my brother. If not, I was on clamed territory, that gave them the right to kill me.
I slid down the cold brick wall, pressing my free arm between my stomach and bent legs. I rested my other elbow on my knee, my thumb was the only thing holding my head up. I closed my eyes, what in the hell was I suppose to tell him even if he was here in Santa Carla? Damn. I was soooooo screwed. What if we got into another one of our famous fights? The gang back in Miami said that we almost killed each other when we got drunk one night. We didn't act like brother and sister, we acted more like best friends. We were only a year apart, but he never minded dragging his little sister around town to the bars. Rickey and Pete always laughed at us when we had our drink off's. I was the only one who could keep up with him. But when we got drunk enough we would fight sometimes about stuff that happen more then six years ago.
I smiled to myself at the though of betting him in our contest. 10 shots of tequila, four shots of vodka, 2 shots of jack, and last but not least we had to chuck a 20 ounce of beer. He held the record of the fastest, 30 seconds flat. "Who are you?" came a voice from the end of the ally way. "I know this is clamed territory, sorry." I said half laughing, I didn't even bother to open my eyes. "Then why are you here on my pack hunting ground?" I felt them enclose me a circle. "I am just here to talk to someone, I've been looking for him for awhile." I opened my eye's for the first time. The only one that I could see, face wise, was not my brother. "Who?" Said the one I could see. He was hot. White spiked hair, electric blue eye's, and dressed head to toe black. Better looking then the druggies back home. I stood up with my back still against the wall. "You got someone in your pack named, Paul, from Miami?" I saw the one to the left of me stiffen, reckinicing me. I laughed. "Roemer is that you were in Cali now Paul." He signed. "What, not happy to see me?" " What are you doing here?" he asked walking toward me. His face came to light, he hadn't changed a bit. I took another drag off my joint. Laughing as I blow out the smoke. "Can't I just come see you for awhile? Catch up?" I offered him the smoke. He took it smiling. "And that would be a lie so do want to tell me the real reason why you're here?" "I rather not." A tall dark haired one stepped out of the shadows then, along a shorter curly blonde one.
"You mind telling us Paul who this is?" The bleach blonde spoke again. "Well boys this is my sister."
